[Chorus: Slug and Murs]

I spit hot bars, I spit on cop cars

I spit game to the chicks that belong to rock stars

I got the goods from uptown to Hollywood

So what you don't like us?

Your girl probably would...



[Slug]

Havin a good day on the freeways of Los A

In Murs' El Dora' listenin to Ghostface

Well hold up, and let me smile for a minute

While I look across the sky for a limit

Come and get it, I'ma ride this rollercoaster 'til the wheels fall off

And I'ma ride your Cali Roll until my eel goes soft



[Murs]

Take a journey through the mind of a one of a kind

Self-made motherfucker that's enjoying his time

On land, on air, on mics and on sea

Let it all just be, good times on me

It's California, fool, flyest breezies in the world

And we can roll up a bleezy that'll make your toes curl



[Slug]

and it goes Puff Puff Pass

So you can kiss my ass

Oh you didn't know?

You must have missed the class



[Murs]

It's sunshine, one-time, MC's with punchlines

Hit Elements on Sunday, put it on the frontline



[Slug]

and tell em all to make some ruckus

For the fuckers in the clutches

And the soldiers in the trenches

And the wenches on the guest list

Call Heaven, tell them "Got a situation

Murs and Se7en came to breakfast

And they left with all the bacon..."



[Chorus x2]



[Murs]

We be the first dudes putting treasure over beats

Every measure be complete to make sure it's buried deep

Locked in your memory to provide a safe keep

So even if you diggin' what another rapper sayin

He can't break the seal so our music keeps playin

Living Legends, Rhymesayin so I know yall been waitin

So I open up the gate and, Slug made his way in

And we pimp this production as a present for the patients



[Slug]

Just—Jump back, kiss yourself

And thank your God for your breath and your health

Life is short and all days, surprise

Keep your nose clean, open your ears and your eyes



[Murs]

Call me Mr. President for short, a credit to the sport

Incredible in court, an indelible source

An immeasurable force, the strength of her force

And I'm pushin metaphors just to better y'all course



[Slug]

Here, vision is blurry, living in a hurry

No worries, you can call me Chicken Little Curry

Keep the channel spicy, flippin words like Vanna Whitey

And watch the contestants run in circles to analyze me

Here we go, Mr. Quiet Storm

Break down, take apart your heart and redesign the form

Tried to warn 'em, nobody heeded

So we succeeded at feedin these sheep what the party needed



[Chorus x2]



[Slug]

But baby, I'm only boarding 21 and higher

You're kind of young, you should settle down, tiger

Take a little time to, reweave the fiber

Reach for tomorrow and let me borrow your lighter



[Murs]

Yeah, I freestyled with him-- and him too

But they still haven't gone through what I been through

Excuse me, what we've been through

Meaning me and you, see I'm just like you

Except I rock the mic and you work at a dot com

Or maybe you're a critic

Tryin to say the same line, but what it doesn't matter

Cause I'm still Murs and you're still bitter and

This is my verse and I'm talking to my listeners



[Slug]

So if you're Sleepless in Seattle

Disturbed in Pittsburgh

Lost it in Austin

Ann Arbor firestarted

Fuck me, Kentucky

You got me, Millwaukee

And the devil wore jeans in New Orleans

From Los Angeles – to Minneapolis –

We want to thank all of yall for havin us

Make it pleasure, make it sting

Whatever the way you swing

From the A to the Zing

I would never change a thing



[Murs]

R.I.P. Bigga B, Rob O-N-E

Says Unity and "Fly ID"

Wouldn't be here without them

So the love flows free

I wouldn't be here without them

So the love flows free